Chapter 336 Perhaps there should be a piece of equipment called "Wang Changsheng's Torture

"How could it be you? You're the murderer?"

Uncle Mori was somewhat incredulous.

It's hard to imagine that such a seemingly weak guy would have the courage to kill someone.

"You really can't judge a book by its cover," Uncle Mori exclaimed in amazement.

Hirata Kazuaki shook his head repeatedly, denying that he had killed anyone: "I really didn't kill anyone, it wasn't me!"

"Hmph, whether you killed him or not isn't something you can deny just by talking your way out of it," Uncle Mori sneered.

Suddenly, a slightly aged voice came from the music room.

"Feed? Who are you? What are you doing over there!"

Judging from the voice, it seems to be the old policeman who was originally stationed here.

"It's us! We've caught the culprit!" Uncle Mori shouted.

After responding, he muttered to himself, "Does this old man even know what he's doing? Guarding a crime scene and then just disappearing like that, honestly, all he does is cause trouble..."

"What if it was intentional?" Conan nodded and murmured in a barely audible voice.

"What did you say?" Wang Changsheng, who was next to Conan, leaned closer.

"It's nothing." Conan shook his head and did not answer.

Wang Changsheng glanced at him, then shrugged.

Now that the old policeman was back, Uncle Mori took the guy he had identified as the murderer and circled around him before returning to the main entrance of the community center.

"Officer, detain him. He was sneaking in here, but ran away after seeing us. I strongly suspect he's the murderer." Uncle Mori pushed Hirata Kazuaki in front of the old policeman.

"Huh? The murderer is him?" The old policeman was also taken aback when he saw the village chief's secretary.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me!" Hirata Kazuaki felt like he was shaking his head so hard it was practically a rattle drum, but no one paid any attention to him.

The old policeman took out handcuffs and cuffed him.

After making sure he wouldn't break free, I sat down again.

The rice balls on the tablecloth haven't been finished yet; after all, they were made by Dr. Asai, so we can't waste them.

With that in mind, Uncle Mori began to eat with gusto.

While eating, he stared menacingly at Hirata Kazuaki with his rather wise eyes.

"Mr. Secretary, aren't you going to tell us how you murdered Hideo Kawashima and how you made such a mess of the beach?" Uncle Mori asked, taking the opportunity to voice his suspicions.

"Smack smack"

Wuhu~

Unexpectedly, in such a short time, the case has made a breakthrough.

"Am I a little too amazing?"

Uncle Mori was secretly delighted. Although Asai Narumi had prepared savory rice balls, he felt as if a hint of sweetness was flowing out when he tasted them.

"Delicious, delicious!"

Smack smack~

Hirata Kazuaki seemed to be intimidated by Uncle Mori's imposing presence.

No matter what anyone asked him, he would mechanically shake his head and repeat the same three denials: "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I'm not the murderer, I'm not the murderer!"

"Stop pretending. What's the point of continuing to argue? I've already caught you; there's no way you can escape your punishment. You'd better confess everything you've done. Remember, confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!"

Uncle Mori ate the last half of the rice ball in one bite, staring sharply at Hirata Kazuaki, urging him to confess quickly so he could get the benefit of turning himself in.

"Let me tell you, I, Kogoro Mouri, am a renowned detective. I think you'd better confess quickly. If it weren't for you, why would you be sneaking out of the music room to spy on us at this hour? You must have been in such a hurry when you committed the murder that you accidentally left some evidence behind, and you were worried about being discovered, so you thought you could secretly retrieve it at night, right?"

Uncle Mori's expression was slightly smug, but since Asai Narumi was still there, he restrained himself from sticking out his tongue and laughing strangely.

"No, no... I didn't kill anyone..."

Hearing Hirata Kazuaki repeating the same two sentences over and over again, Uncle Mori curled his lip in disdain.

"Fine, since you're unwilling to confess, then let's wait until the detectives come in the morning and get to the bottom of this. But then you won't be able to get a reduced sentence. Humph, you don't even know I'm trying to help you!"

Uncle Mori turned his head away, not intending to pay any more attention to this guy who seemed to be scared out of his wits after being caught by them.

Seeing that Uncle Mori stopped talking and instead picked up another rice ball to eat, Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan.

He knew this guy wasn't the killer, but Uncle Mori seemed convinced he was.

Of course, this is a very normal thing.

After all, if Uncle Mori can easily solve a case, then what's the point of having Conan?

Looking at Conan's serious expression.

Wang Changsheng knew that this guy probably didn't agree with Uncle Mori's opinion.

Look at his small eyes, which are constantly scanning Hirata Kazuaki with a suspicious expression on his face.

He instinctively felt that the murderer was not the village chief's secretary.

There are too many incongruous aspects.

But what Uncle Mori said wasn't really a problem.

If he isn't the murderer, and if, as he claims, he has no connection to the case, then why is he sneaking around outside the window spying on them during this sensitive time?

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If Dr. Asai hadn't brought up the topic of windows, they wouldn't have discovered each other.

Otherwise, it's pitch black outside, and it's not certain that the other party would be able to detect his presence without revealing himself.

"But then again, if Ping Tianheming is the murderer, why was he so terrified when he saw the corpse?"

Conan still remembers the scene of this guy going crazy and talking nonsense outside the music room.

The fear he showed when he saw Hideo Kawashima die on that piano was genuine.

This genuine reaction directly suggests that Hirata Kazuaki was not the murderer who killed the deceased.

If he was already so terrified when he saw the corpse, why would he dare to appear at the crime scene at this time?

When Uncle Mori dragged him into this house, his body was trembling so badly that it was almost visible to the naked eye.

Conan is certain that Hirata Kazuaki is involved in something.

If you have nothing to hide, you wouldn't wait until someone dies before coming here in the middle of the night.

But what exactly is the problem...?

What is the connection between this question and this case?

For the first time, Conan was having a headache because of a case.

Everything happened too fast.

He spent the entire day traveling after disembarking.

The investigation is ongoing.

I keep thinking.

After the incident, the crime scene was so strange that it seemed suspicious.

His brilliant mind was repeatedly hammered...

After a whole day, he had lost count of how many beatings he had endured.

Conan felt as if his mind was filled with a pile of paste, sloshing around and affecting his judgment.

Ultimately, he could only come to one conclusion.

Hirata Kazuaki is strange, but he's probably not the murderer; he's just connected to the case to some extent.

Thinking of this, Conan took a deep breath, rubbed his head, and then looked at the old policeman: "Uncle, where did you go just now?"

"What?" The old policeman was taken aback when Conan suddenly asked him this question. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly. "I went to the restroom just now, and then I heard someone shouting. I thought something had happened, so I rushed over."

"Oh, I see." Conan nodded, then asked, "What do you think of this gentleman, Officer? Do you think he might be the murderer? Is he usually very bold?"

"Uh..." Conan's barrage of questions startled the old policeman, who then answered one by one like someone being interrogated: "I don't know much about him, but if you ask me if he's the murderer, I think it's unlikely, because he's not very brave and he seems a bit cowardly, not like someone who would kill someone."

The old police officer shook his head honestly.

However, Uncle Mori did not agree with his words.

After finishing his last rice ball, Uncle Mori retorted, "His usual behavior can all be an act. He may appear weak and honest to outsiders, but who knows how dark his heart might be? Otherwise, how could he possibly kill someone?"

Recalling the arrogant face of this guy when he kicked them out today, Uncle Mori didn't think his personality was weak at all.

Moreover, the village chief was standing behind him. As the village chief's secretary, he should have considerable power. How could his personality really be as weak as he appeared?

Uncle Mori confidently stated, "I've seen many murderers, and many of them are like him now, pretending that they couldn't possibly be murderers. In reality, these are the people who are most likely to be murderers."

Uncle Mori spoke eloquently about his views.

"I think this secretary must have done the following: He first lured Kawashima Hideo to the beach outside the music room, then, for some reason, had a dispute with Kawashima Hideo, which led him to develop murderous intent, and ultimately he cruelly killed him!"

Uncle Mori's expression was very confident: "I also have evidence for this! We were peacefully staying in the community center today, but Conan accidentally touched a piano key, and when this guy found out, he flew into a rage and kicked us out, saying it was the village chief's idea. But I clearly didn't hear the village chief say anything to us. I bet this guy used his position to do something shady, trying to make a deal with Kawashima!"

Uncle Mori's ramblings made Wang Changsheng's eyes widen.

"You know what, you actually think Uncle Mori's line of thinking is actually a little bit right!"

The reason why Hirata Kazuaki is so afraid of Conan touching the piano is because they have hidden something filthy inside it.

"It wasn't me! I didn't kill them!"

Seeing the village chief's secretary wailing again, Wang Changsheng couldn't help but interrupt him speechlessly, "Uncle, since you say it wasn't you, then explain why you came here in the middle of the night? You've only given me these two sentences, and they're all incoherent. If you can't come up with anything useful, I suggest we just tape your mouth shut. Otherwise, what if you interfere with Uncle Maoli's train of thought?"

Wang Changsheng did not intend for Conan and Uncle Mori to discover the drug trafficking activities of the group led by the village chief at this time.

Otherwise, if Conan were given a new way of thinking, things might get out of control.

He came to help Asai Narumi kill people, and incidentally, to collect a few demons to use as "power banks".

If Conan were to discover the drugs hidden by Hirata, Akira, and Kuroiwa Tatsuji at this moment, combined with the murder warning he had already deciphered, he would likely have a sudden realization about the murder plot.

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Wang Changsheng had no intention of providing any assistance to Conan.

"Young Master Changsheng is right. Anyway, we can't get anything out of this guy, so let's just shut him up." Uncle Maoli smiled smugly when he heard Wang Changsheng say this.

He then thought of getting up to look for tape.

Wang Changsheng raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to run anymore: "Uncle Maoli, I have some here, here you go."

He casually took a roll of tape from Reigen Shinryu's backpack and handed it to Uncle Mori.

News: Negative points +200 from Kazuaki Hirata

"Oh?" Wang Changsheng didn't expect that such a marginal character could bring him 200 negative points.

Suddenly he became interested.

"Uncle Maoli, you'd better quickly tap his mouth shut. Otherwise, if one of his accomplices comes over and hears his voice, or if they use some kind of code we don't know, causing the clues to slip away right under our noses, wouldn't that be a very damaging thing to your reputation?"

"That makes sense!" Uncle Mori nodded, then took the roll of tape in his hand, tore off a piece, and said, "As expected of Changsheng, you're very thoughtful."

As Uncle Mori grinned and walked towards him step by step, Hirata Kazuaki kept kicking his legs, trying to lean back.

However, he was already in the corner with his back against the wall, and had nowhere left to retreat.

"Oops, sorry, it's a little crooked." Uncle Mori slapped the tape onto Hirata Kazuaki's mouth, but suddenly his hand seemed to tremble, and he used too much force, so it was crooked halfway.

"strangeness……"

Uncle Mori muttered something under his breath.

then……

"Sizzle—"

Tear off the tape.

"what!"

It stuck on again.

"Mmm..."

News: Negative points +500 from Kazuaki Hirata

"Finally, it's quiet."

After dealing with Hirata and Akira, Uncle Mori returned.

At this moment, the old policeman standing to the side was also dumbfounded by Uncle Mori's fierce actions.

Seeing Uncle Mori looking at him, the old policeman suddenly had a flash of inspiration and stammered, "I just remembered something else..."